Whispers in the dark keep me up through the night
a hopeless gaze to my lover, nowhere in sight.
A winless battle to rest my thought,
with soft pillows and silk sheets I fought.
Never the less, awake I lay
waiting on a dream to take me away.
Shut eyes, counting sheep, but never dozing off to sleep.
I give in.
Stop the fight.
With dragging feet
I roam the night.
My sunken eyes
Looking for truth in drunken lies.
A restless mind trying to find
…The way.
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